Thursday, November 12, 2015

Started today at 5128. Currently at 5790. 662 so far, all at the local bakery while listening to Maureen alternately chide and encourage local residents. Taking a bit of a break while they are mowing the lawn outside, perhaps for some painting because I have a general feeling of ennui and annoyance.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Spent the morning at home waiting on the ant exterminator to show up (for it to prove to be only an initial visit and not the actual treatment). Did clean up my office though, which it has been in desperate need of for eons. Now out because I need to get stuff to make dinner (chicken noodle soup) and because Rosa will be in to clean and I have a hard time working with a vacuum running. At Lowry & Baker, drinking my latte and smelling all the loveliness cooking. I think I might have gained a kilo sniffing everything.

At any rate, kicking off at 4817 today. Going to perhaps not go straight on and just write up some bits that I want to get down before I forget them.

5128 now. Not a lot, but also some work on the map and other details.

And annoyed. Things I am not good at: dealing with passive aggressive posh mums.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Thinking. Aiming for 42,000 words on this book. I average around 2000 words per chapter. That makes 21 chapters total. 37,5656 words left to go. Which, if I do my normal 1000 words a day, means a finished draft in roughly 37 days.

Strangely enough, there are exactly 37 weekdays left in this year. Of course, some of those days are holidays and a chunk of them are while Max is off school. But.

1:34 PM. 4814 and kind of meh about it. Stopping for now because not sure the transition between chapters is working but knowing I need to get on with the action. Maybe stop a bit and map out some chapters. Off to Chinatown to buy Max some more seaweed.

What is this, anyway?

This is my personal blog and very officially un-official and full of things that won't make sense to anyone else. Notes. Word counts. Somewhat atrocious poetry. Research. Reviews of things so that my sieve of a brain remembers them. Things I write that'll never see the light of day under my real name because my agent would kill me. Well, maim maybe. I don't think anyone actually wants to kill me. I'm just a writer, lost in the wilderness.